Post by officialis on Mar 11, 2012 23:30:30 GMT -5
Saelziir
(Saay-el-zeer)
“Saelziir embodies possibility. Take, for example, a wooden rod. Think of the infinite number of things that can be created using a simple piece of wood. The more you contemplate the possibilities, the more Saelziirs’ influence grows.”
-Marstis Ventrio, thought to be one of the first worshippers of Saelziir.
Saelziir is considered to be a rather obscure god. There is little written of its’ existence, as most of the worshippers live in seclusion. Many of the texts that are found to be about Saelziir are covered in quickly scrawled notes detailing alchemical recipes or new inventions, and therefore unreadable. Those that worship Saelziir are usually shunned from society because of their outlandish practices. Many are alchemists and therefore considered witches or warlocks because of the magnificent things they are able to do. The methods of worshiping Saelziir are widely varied; some may be healers, forever striving to find the limits of their abilities… Others may kidnap people in order to test out new torture devices upon. They do not allow moral codes to inhibit their practices, but usually tread carefully to avoid problems with the law. To these people, progress is more important than anything else. The symbolism of Saelziir is a bowl sitting upon a small stand with some sort of swirling liquid inside of it, fumes rising slowly to the ceiling from the liquid. Colours used in the depiction of this seem to be overwhelmingly green and purple, though the liquid can be a myriad of colours considering the nature of the god. --- *Page cuts off here, perhaps more information will be uncovered at a later date?*
"... When we entered the monstrous cavern it was almost as if the place was not truly there, as if it was eternally shifting.. The obscenely coloured walls seemed to writhe, and throughout the entire time I spent examining the strange idols and symbols I felt as if there was a presence within the place.. A shadow just out of sight.. Yet the human mind plays many tricks upon its'-self and cannot be relied upon at all times. Even though I know such a thing to be true, I would never return to that horrid fane."
-Found in the diary of one J. Soleva
